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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1b6ff61 | Well, you can't make old friends. | Zadie Smith | ||
| cfbf070 | Yes, sometimes it's the strangers that sustain you. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 34a5be4 | It was a journalist (it was always journalists these days), and she had something to read to him. She'd had a crash course in media relations since her exams, and dealing with them/it had taught her there was no point in trying to deal with each one separately. To give some unique point of view to the Financial Times and then to the Mirror and then to the Daily Mail was impossible. It was their job, not yours, to get the angle, to write the.. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 82bcc12 | the object of her passion was only an accessory to the passion itself, a passion that through its long suppression was now asserting itself with volcanic necessity. | Zadie Smith | ||
| dbb617d | When everyone's building a fence, isn't it a true fool who lives out in the open? | community politics | Zadie Smith | |
| 2d62749 | A peculiar idea. Once you're alive in this world, you're responsible." "For" | Zadie Smith | ||
| 498477f | And then she reverses direction and heads straight for Willesden Bookshop, an independent shop that rents space from the council and provides--no matter what Brent Council may claim--an essential local service. It is run by Helen. Helen is an essential local person. I would characterize her essentialness in the following way: 'Giving the people what they didn't know they wanted.' Important category. | bookstores independent-booksellers | Zadie Smith | |
| d9e45ac | I don't mean that my mother didn't love me but she was not a domestic person: her life was in her mind. The fundamental skill of all mothers--the management | Zadie Smith | ||
| b8fb3f8 | How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably? | hate love | Zadie Smith | |
| af29c06 | He saw that the highest compliment a white Englishman can give himself is the assertion that he is "color-blind," by which he means he has been able to overlook the fact of your color--to look past it--to the "you" beneath. Not content with colonizing your country, he now colonizes your self" | Zadie Smith | ||
| 74d2ccf | When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is dark, and the ground is rumbling. In that moment our actions will define us. And it makes no difference whether you are being watched by Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or whether you are not. On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes. | Zadie Smith | ||
| cc4197f | Like many academics, Howard was innocent of the world. He could identify thirty different ideological trends in the social sciences, but did not really know what a software engineer was. | Zadie Smith | ||
| d0273d9 | Tell him I went to the lavatory," Evie said with a roll of her eyes. "Men are pos-i-tute-ly paralyzed by the mention of females in lavatories." | Libba Bray | ||
| 5d5e299 | It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao. | Libba Bray | ||
| 11503ea | Jericho didn't seem to know life beyond the pages of a musty old book, and he didn't seem interested in knowing anything beyond that, either. | Libba Bray | ||
| 8cad3cc | People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that. | Libba Bray | ||
| 37e93b7 | He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky | romance-love | Libba Bray | |
| 6d2981a | The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house. | Libba Bray | ||
| 1ce5f77 | Isn't this what happens in the movies a lot? There's some old dude or woman who tells your fortune and is all, 'Oh, you're gonna die or make a boatload of money or meet a girl. Now give me all your cash'?" Boz yammered. Mrs. Smith bristled. "I can tell your fortune right now without even consulting your palm." | Libba Bray | ||
| 1a00d64 | Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, "Need anything?" 'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'"No. Thanks. I'm good." | the-eternal-kiss the-thirteenth-step | Libba Bray | |
| 58e0dd2 | We've the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic's greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit. | Libba Bray | ||
| 2741033 | Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend's joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a cafe, maybe write something you don't hate. Wh.. | Libba Bray | ||
| ff17bb8 | Yes, what's the good of a messenger you can't understand?" Felicity complains. "Why, just once, can't one of these haunts simply say, 'Hello, Gemma, frightfully sorry to bother you, but I thought you might like to know that Mrs. X is the one to watch out for--she'll eat your heart. Cheerio!" | Libba Bray | ||
| f46df28 | Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun. | Libba Bray | ||
| 62c715d | Creostus's booming laugh leaves gooseflesh upon my arms. He paces close to me. "Jealous, Priestess? Do you wish to compete for my affections? I should like to see that." "I'm sure you would. But you will die first and so let us journey to Philon, if you please." | Libba Bray | ||
| b359502 | He loved her very much. She inspired his work. He used to say, 'There is no meaning but what we assign to life, and she is my meaning. | Libba Bray | ||
| 636aeba | The gasps catch from girl to girl like a brush fire. | Libba Bray | ||
| 783a426 | Nada disso vai melhorar a qualidade das torradeiras , mas e um lance viajante que faz com que voce passe o dia inteiro tentando desvendar a questao. | Libba Bray | ||
| 57db4d2 | Capitulo 13: onde sou hospitalizado, tenho um encontro com um anjo e outras coisas estranhas e irritantes. | Libba Bray | ||
| c9210f3 | E achava que estava tendo uma crise existencial. Mas nao era nada. | Libba Bray | ||
| 037f75a | Os melhores alunos da minha escola vendem drogas para os melhores alunos da sua. | Libba Bray | ||
| 343a644 | Favor nao grudar na minha traseira: corpo no porta-malas. | Libba Bray | ||
| f59d67d | Duff's little moans traveled up her spine, made her head buzz. And another thought grabbed hold: She was doing this. She had the power to do this. THat she could be both completely vulnerable and totally in control was mind-blowing. | Libba Bray | ||
| ba88c4b | You're perfect just the way you are...is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic. | Libba Bray | ||
| 989ff18 | I can see those... hideous beasts coming out of the burning walls. I hear Naughty John telling me--warning me--about my own brother! He knew about James, Sam. When I stand still, I see all of it. So I don't stand still, and I certainly don't go looking for more. And every night before bed, I pray for those pictures to go out of my head. When the prayers don't work, I ask the gin to do it. | Libba Bray | ||
| 59687db | Swell. Isn't there some kinda ghost primer in this joint: Reading, Writing, 'Rithmetic, Ridding Yourself of Soul-Stealing Demons for Fun and Profit? Why isn't there ever anything useful around here?" Mabel handed Sam a watercress sandwich. "Thanks, Mabes." | Libba Bray | ||
| 116d51b | There's nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right. | Libba Bray | ||
| 1ee0928 | She is the elephant's eyebrows, | Libba Bray | ||
| 816ab3a | When did you become a cynic?" Sam asked. Evie smiled. "When I found out I was a little girl." | Libba Bray | ||
| c04b6fa | Inside a dream I yearned anew You appeared, like morning dew My heart leaped up, no longer blue But only here in Slumberland... The moon sank low in the morning sky Why, oh why, must we say good-bye? I'll see you again, sweet by and by But only here in Slumberland. They say that dreams come true, dear, If you believe their charms But if my dreams came true, dear, I'd hold you in my arms. Sandman come and dust my eyes Blue moon, won't you st.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 27ca92f | Sorry for all the pain and loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too. | Libba Bray | ||
| e2e260e | The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue. "People will believe anything, you know. You only need them to be frightened enough." | Libba Bray | ||
| fe23b25 | He put a hand to the cool, painted stones bearing witness to so many names, so many histories. In the mural, there were painted lines for the Underground, like scars stretched across the skin of the infected nation. There were wounds and then there were wounds. Some were so great Memphis had no idea how they could ever be healed. | Libba Bray | ||
| 9ff73b7 | Rest. Then speak of what you know. Show them what you have seen. Witness until their comfort yields to questions. Till their eyes cry with truth. Till their ears would hear the voices of tomorrow. Till their hearts, heavy with knowledge, beat in understanding. | Libba Bray |